Enough For Everyone

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In the haze of pain, he hears a soft, monstrous giggling.

"Where are you going, little one?…"
"I was worried my sisters had gotten to you first…"
"Aren't you tired? Let me help you…"

Ethan's hands, copiously bleeding in drips onto him, fall. The sickle chains, impaled through his flesh, thud deafeningly onto the ground. He's lowered from the ceiling, and into a gathering of arms draped in black, mouldy velvet. One of Lady Dimitrescu's daughters eagerly licks his ear.

"Don't cause me trouble…"
"Trying to work up my appetite, are you?…"
"Oh, I want to eat the cute ones right up…!"

More giggling from the licker — "Cassandra, be patient now" — the one with hair as velvet-dark as robes — "You are too meddlesome, Daniela" — and the final one hushes them with a lash of her finger — "Bela, Bela, come to me" — they're nowhere near as tall or imposing as Mother.

He's losing blood. Not just from the puncture-wounds but the gash in Ethan's upper thigh and his left arm. 

They smell it, cornering him. Like an animalistic predator would.

"I need blood. Warm, wet, bright red bloody…"
"Ugh, so thirsty…"
"Let's have some fun…"

Cassandra latches onto him, drinking from his thigh-injury, rolling her hideously golden eyes back. Ethan shudders. His voice lodges inside of him, uttering a whimper instead. Daniela croons, petting Ethan's sharply heaving chest. Blood, his blood, glistens on the curve of Bela's lips.

A hand shoves over Ethan's mouth, cutting off his air.

He thrashes weakly.

Daniela inspects his revolver, grinning darkly. Ethan's bright blood coats her teeth hellishly.

It's not a thrall… not on him. Ethan knows his mind works fine. No drugs in his system. No hypnotism.

But… they need him… to feed.

"Squeeze the blood out when they're alive and it's that much that sweeter…"
"Good! The more scared you are, the thicker the blood!…"
"Poor little manthing…"

From what's been known about Castle Dimitrescu, the servants taken to the dungeon either become part of the "Maiden's Blood" ritual — killed and drained for making an imported red wine containing grapes and the young blood — or hollowed out into scarecrows lining their vineyards.

Ethan knows which of those considerations are intended for men, thrashing more, unable to draw a breath.

He woozily stomps.

"Give up yet?…"
"I can't hold back any longer…"
"Mm, bad boy! You can't go anywhere…"

Bela's wet, sopping-red lips feel icy. 

She kisses him ravenously once Ethan is released, climbing onto him, lifting up her robe. Cassandra reaches for Ethan's belt, undoing it. And, Daniela lies his head down, stroking a fingertip from his nose up to the center of Ethan's forehead. Her own hideously golden eyes narrow, playful.

Once there's a slender and icy-feeling hand wrapping around his cock, Ethan knows he has to… to…

"Hm. Such a handsome face…"
"Play with me some more…"
"Ah, oh my…"

Daniela and Cassandra lean over him, taking turns, kissing and lathing and sucking down on his cock until it's involuntarily hardening up. Ethan knows his blood warms their mouths and throats. He shudders again. They decide to sit back, gleefully watching, as Bela raises her hips and prods Ethan's half-hardened cock against her vaginal opening, easing him into her, Daniela's fingers petting fondly into Bela's light blonde hair.

Ethan groans, helpless. 

Fuck.

She's warm, too. Somehow. 

He's unable to move while Bela uses him, quietly thrusting, Ethan's wrists restrained to the stony ground by Cassandra. The pain, and the pleasure increasing, dazes him further. Bela starts giggling, heightening to a near-shriek, her innermost muscles clenching rhythmically while she thrusts.

"Not bad…"
"Give me more of that beautiful voice!…"
"Hey, kiss me?…"

Bela's head leans, and Daniela hungrily presses their mouths together. She licks off the damp film of Ethan's blood. Cassandra leans too, opening up for Daniela's kiss, and her tongue sliding in, quivering as if experiencing euphoria when one of Bela's hands roughly gropes Cassandra's breast.

Ethan closes his eyes, hating it, hating himself for the arousal steadying.

"Behave!…"
"Good boy…"
"Aww, you're blushing…"

The revolver.

He sees it by Cassandra's knee.

Mid-thrust, Ethan seizes onto his weapon, cocking it and blowing a bullet through the creature on top of him. She shrieks high-pitched.

"I should have killed you sooner!…"
"Don't make me angry!…"
"Why!? Why would you do this!?…"

A swam of blowflies attacks him, disorientating Ethan's vision. He scrambles to get away.

And he fires the revolver again.

"This can't be!…"
"You're going to die here!…"
"Ugh! Ow, so mean!"…

Daniela collapses, one of the bullets ripping into her skull, cascading a fountain of dark red. She doesn't get up.

He aims for Cassandra, howling and attempting to claw him alive with her long nails.

Ethan tastes her blood spraying in the air.

The final one, Bela, she falls to embrace her sisters and angrily hisses. Unflinching when the revolver empties into her. Unafraid. Ethan gazes down to their lifeless forms, shakily heading to the bedchamber-door and adjusting his belt. Rosemary… Ethan's daughter is the only thing that matters.

Once he's vanished, silence teems.

Blowflies…

They swarm and regenerate into Alcina Dimitrescu's daughters… giggling…

"I… zzz… hate stupid men…"
"zzz… my throat, it's… zzz… so dry!"…
"Can you hear… zzz… me? We'll be… zzz… zzz… together… forevzZZ…"

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